The Retired Bloke

Fallen Idol

They flocked to see the once great man

Standing alone at the mike on the stage

The years they had not been kind 

Hunched up struggling before he began

 

Once soul and clarity were his trade mark

Today there was a certain emptiness

A lost soul plying his trade the best he could

But lacking conviction no credible spark

 

The music so loud drowned his voice

The ravages of abuse for all to see

A hanky needed to wipe the brow

A life impacted by a faulty life choice

 

The crowd were generous in their applause 

Singing as best they could to vintage hits

Supporting their once golden idol

Feeling in their hearts he was a lost cause!

Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write RB.

  • Goldfinch60

    Yes it can be so sad to see your idols of the past falling to the ravages of time and drugs.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Your poem outlined so well the familiar outcome from drugs and not knowing the time to stop public appearances - - a touching read R.B.



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